Sick and tired...

...of being admired. Right now I'm perched atop a new cat condo mom bought for us on Ebay. And even though I'm a little tubby...I can still get the whole way to the top. Mom is typing this for me as I dictate from my lofty lair.

Oh, those boys are fantastic, but they have me whipped. I'm way up here just to get away from them. 10 minutes ago Tyler jumped up and wanted to play. Mom could sense I was not in the mood, so she removed him. Fortunately, he has the attention span of a gnat and went running off into the other room. Baron jumped up right after that, but for once, he had not interest in me. Fool just wanted to play with the blind string which mom promptly removed from his mouth.

It's so nice. Mom's been home for the last two days. She's been working like a madwoman. Yesterday, while she was trying to work at the computer, I jumped on her lap so she couldn't. Of course, I demand a lot of attention. I'm Zora, after all. I give lots of attention to the boys, so every now and then I just want a little me time.

Speaking of which I must doze off again.

Cioa meows.

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